Sunday, May 17, 2015


"Is God Really Dead?"

- By Jim Culp

 

Over the last ten or so years, I have been involved in several discussion groups, many group conversations, and several outright debates on the subject of the existence of God.

Amid the confusion and anger that this subject typically generates, there is a "light in the darkness."

That light is called the truth, or reality. And that reality is that if you believe in God, or the hundreds of synonyms for that title, you do so with hope or faith, not with proof or scientific explanation. Allow me to explain how  I cane to being able to be comfortable with that last statement.

I was raised in a Christian home. That is, a home where Christian beliefs were
honored, shared, and oftentimes practiced.
Our "brand" of Christianity was a protestant derivative called "Baptist", a movement started in 1609 in Amsterdam, where believers rejected Catholic practices and started their own thing. Our churches took it a step further, and identified themselves as "Fundamental Baptists", preferring and attempting to follow the teachings of Jesus straight from the New Testament and not from directives by the Baptist churches social conventions that were commanding the doctrines of the day.
Throughout my childhood and teenage life I was drug to church three times (yes, three times) per week, sometimes placed in church-schools, and taught to honor the Word of God always, no matter what.

In January of 1985, I dropped out of high school and joined the U.S. Army.
I stayed a faithful Christian, and prayed daily to an unseen God that never answered back, but I remained a faithful believer.
Over the next 17 years, I served in the regular Army, the Kansas National Guard, and the Army Reserves. In 2000, I began a path of personal and private research of world religions, politics, and the common practices of churches and their financial dealings.

As for the military, I was a professional soldier, Non-Commissioned Officer, and Instructor who cared very much about what I was doing. The military gave me vast experience in 17 countries, hundreds of cultures, and an understanding that would serve me to this day. What the military unknowing armed me with was an good overall picture of the Earth's religions, their practices, and an inherent understand of how religion plays such an important part in people's lives.
Everyone is affected by religion...whether one is religious or not.
You cant go to Europe without feeling the influence of the Catholic Church; and you cant go to any southern part of the United States and not feel the influence of protestant Christianity.

In 2001, the people of the United States of America and many nations of this Earth were grossly deceived when an act of Imperialism was committed by agencies of our Federal Government, and two planes were crashed into World Trade Center towers One and Two. Life as we know it would change forever.
The Muslim world and the faith of Islam were blamed for this outrage, and the armies of the Christian God started attacking the "terrorists" of the world, and a Jihad (Holy War) that will last for many years to come began.
My reserve unit was mobilized for deployment to Iraq in February of 2003.
Life AS I KNEW IT was over. The next two years would change me forever.
But that's another story.

In late 2004, I adopted a belief system consistent with facts and knowledge of truth; nothing else. Again, I continued on a path of personal and private research of world religions, politics, and the common practices of churches and their financial dealings.
I went to a very private place and talked to God. I told him that if he would show me something, I'd be his greatest prophet. Still haven't heard anything from God; that was 11 years ago.
I resigned my Christian beliefs, adopted semi-pagan beliefs, and shed the prison of region from my heart and soul forever.
That all being said, I've been called an atheist and an agnostic.

I am neither.

An atheist is defined as "a person who denies or disbelieves the existence of a supreme being or beings."
That's not me. I don't deny the existence of a "supreme being or beings."
I deny the concepts that a god, or gods, exist in the fashion that Christianity, Islam, Hinduism, and hundreds others suggest. I lived over 35 years under the cloak of that fantasy, and I just don't buy it anymore.

An agnostic is defined as "a person who holds that the existence of the ultimate cause, as God, and the essential nature of things are unknown and unknowable, or that human knowledge is limited to experience."
Close, but still no cigar.
I believe that every single thing in this universe is composed of energy. Somewhere, out there or over there, wherever the hell that is, there is an energy source. Ancient Druids called it "the Source". I believe that sentient (that's you and me, by the way, and allot of animals) beings are one type of energy and non-sentient (everything else) are another.
The sentient beings have life spirits. Now, you can call that a soul, a chakra, a chi, or the Rolling Stones if you want. But that particular energy comes from a very specific part of the Source. All the rest comes from the rest of the Source.

Simple? Maybe. But the Source is my definition of "God".

Some modern scientists have suggested that God is dead. He once existed, but he's gone now and we'll have to fumble about and get along ourselves.

The Jewish are still waiting for Jesus to come, and Christians are still waiting for him to return. Of course none of the 64 brands of Christianity that I have researched agree on anything, much less when Jesus is coming back, and what he'll do when he gets here.

Islam (Muslims) are still very faithful to God (Allah), but have a real hard time agreeing on how to do that peacefully.

Hindus and Buddhists are still chilling out and playing it cool.

So I guess you'll judge for yourself.

As Ozzy said on the 13 album, "I don't believe that God is dead."
Me either Ozzy.

 

Tuesday, May 5, 2015


ESP: Real or B.S.?

By Jim Culp

 

May 5th, 2015

 

In all my years of research into politics. religions, and culture, I have run across stories of people who have claimed some sort of ESP (extra-sensory perception) at some point in their lives. I want to share one such experience with you, dear reader, that happened to me quite some time ago.

In early 1992, I had returned from the Persian Gulf War (the year before) and because of dire circumstances in my marriage, I was given sole custody of my 2 year old daughter Jessica. I lived in a little town in northeast Kansas called Junction City. It's just southeast of Kansas's largest reservoir, Milford Lake, and about a hour due west of Topeka.

I was a 25 year old Sergeant in the US Army in those days. I was doing my best to serve my country in peacetime, because war and the Army's inattention to family situations had really taken it's course for me.

On a typical day, I would get up at 0400 (4 a.m.), get dressed in my physical fitness uniform, get Jessi out of bed, dress her, and take her to a day care provider at 0500, and get to the base by 0530.

To digress somewhat, I owned a 1989 Ford Tempo Sedan, a car that wasn't hip or square, just somewhere in the middle and served my purposes.

Jessica's car seat was always right behind me, because I could hand her something over my head, or grab her little foot and play with her as we drove through sometimes sub zero temperatures. When I got home one evening, I prepared Jessica's meal, cracked open a beer, and watched the news as she munched away and made noises that made her laugh.

As I sat and watched Peter Jennings tell us about the day's news, the thought came to me to go out and move Jessica's car seat to the middle. I don't have a clue why, it just did, and I did.

The next morning it was the usual 26 degrees.

I bundled Jessica up like a Bedouin baby headed across the Sahara, and strapped her in, and we were on our way.

At about 05:10, I started across the intersection at W. 14th Street and N. Jackson Street. Out of nowhere a full size Chevy Blazer doing 52 miles per hour collided broadside with my driver side, and caved the rear door and the rest of the rear of the car in eight inches, and the rear roof downwards about twelve inches. All of the glass on the car (except the windshield) imploded to the inside of the car.

I looked back and Jessica was sitting there with the biggest WTF? look on her face that I'd ever seen; it even topped the looks I got from my 18 year old troops just a year before when  bullets zipped past their heads one night in Southern Iraq.

No one was injured. If Jessica had been in the same place she was the day before, she would have been crushed.

Did I have ESP that evening? I don't know. But I am certainly glad that I moved the car seat.